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letra de hiroshima - running to utopia

[hook: mo & venus voltage]
i can’t shoot no bricks on these beats i flip
heard they talking sh-t on they grave i p-ss
meet me in the pit n-ggas counterfeit
you won’t catch me slipping i don’t ever trip

[verse 1: mo gardens]
cut the lights out i need chaos right now
rage until my head blow i can’t put the mic down
sights set on these heights now
all this drip you might drown
give these n-ggas nightgowns
im bout to cut they lights out
all these n-ggas hype now
profound
composer
smoke gas slumped over low motor
hoe you know my flow colder
bipolar, heat check
my breath clean don’t need listerine
ima hop back in these pockets
till my wallet filled with green
don’t sip lean but i’m mellow as a dream
you don’t believe? that ain’t nothing i can cease
i hold my own like i got it on a leash
keep my enemies close so i never gotta reach

[verse 2: willst–zalot]
2 am said she feeling me that’s some energy
fur elise painting like matisse b-tch im master p
what you on? barely had a dad you ain’t sonin’ me
look alive look me in my eyes im a different breed
n-ggas talk how you claim you trap and never touch a p
mood swings can’t be f-cking with you onto better things
few chains and new range not a wedding ring
dusse with my loose change boutta make me sing

[verse 3: kon grey]
knock knock knock knock woah
demons kicking down my door
i can’t hide no more tell myself lies no more
saw myself trying too hard
staring at my prophecies from the opposite side of the lake
gotta reach but i don’t wanna swim
its a chance that i just gotta take
raise the roof in this b-tch break way
reach the stars like the roof of the wraith
i be so busy masking the pain that moments be passing away
its a game and i know that its mental
grab a pad and a pen and a pencil
boutta lay this b-tch out like a stencil
and its burn spots on my mental
a lot of pressure on my mindset
when the truth get consequential and i see the growth i by-step
and the flowers don’t grow in august like they used to
but that’s time spent not time back
prison break how my mind trapped

[outro: kon grey]
lately it just seem we finna blow like hiroshima
nah i don’t really see a reason
we just wanna blow like bon voyage you never seen us
i guess we got a mess to clean up

- running to utopia

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